Tote Bags - Day 20 #100HappyDays

Here goes probably my last painting at Stony Brook. Thank you Creative Arts group for bringing back my love for drawing and painting. Planning to continue after SBU. Hope it materializes.

This time it was different. Drawing on a cotton tote bag. Texture was different. Well, idiot wasn't that obvious. Actually it needed to said. It was cloth. So it absorbs paint. This made painting a little more difficult. It took more time for each stroke than it would on a regular canvas. Henceforth, my estimate went wrong. I had just enough time to finish only one side of tote bag. Well, that was good enough. Thankfully, I was wise enough not to choose a miniature or detail oriented drawing. A simple funny quotation was what I chose. Hope my sister likes it. Planning to gift her in December when I meet her. Yippiee Already excited thinking about it.

Now, coming down to my 2 hour experience. Firstly, a long long line. Shweta and myself were standing all the while wondering if we had a chance. We hadn't registering and the event had to start by 4pm. Clock was ticking. I had registered for Barre fusion as well. Barre Fusion is I think stretching similar to what ballet dancers do before their practices. A new experience was in waiting. It was from 4:30 to 5:30. This is US, people are very strict about time. Late comers aren't allowed. All the more reason, I started getting restless. I can't end up doing nothing. This isn't fair, my life. But as you know, I am in those phases of my life where I am an optimist. So, I knew I was getting a seat here. After an extreme long wait. I went inside at around 4:40 I guess. And then the game started. After years, I got that feeling where there is a time crunch and you need to finish your painting. Last few minutes felt stressful but was super happy with the outcome.

Happiness is painting. Cheers to lot more painting sessions in future.
Love Life,
Live Life,
like a Lion!




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